Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3. ' Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; — 4. ' There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly... The Psalms and Hymns of the Late Dr. Isaac Watts - Page 211 by Isaac Watts - 1821 Full view -
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